-Yes, I know.- Darius muttered, looking at the Ambassador warily. He knew that Othis was now having fun watching his reactions.-You'd better say what you're getting at right away.
-I'd like your elven friend to do us a favour.-He couldn't stop himself from having a roguish glint in his eye or a wide grin, so he didn't even try.
-Okay, go ahead.- Burked Bleist already knowing that this was not a good idea.
Jeviev sat in her room at a small desk under the window. The room was not large, but she had furnished it herself and so it was warmer and more comfortable for her than any other in the world. She had painted the walls with bright yellow paint and decorated them with small landscapes with powerful cities in the background. She imagined that this is what the great elven fortresses hidden deep in the wilderness must look like.
To the right of the entrance stood her bed, which was covered with an incredible amount of soft pillows that she loved to sink into. Opposite it stood a wardrobe and a tall bookcase piled with volumes of stories, fairy tales and all sorts of novels that she devoured in her spare time.
On the desk was a small, dusty box that she had pulled out from under the bed. In it were her greatest treasures, things that to others would have no meaning, but to her had no value that could be measured. She placed her hand on the lid and looked at the stars merrily twinkling in the ink-black sky. She smiled involuntarily and opened the box.
Inside were only a few items. At the very top lay a small locket covered in a delicate grid of glittering runes. It was her only memento of her father, who had died when she was only a few months old. She had always regretted not remembering him, but her mother had told her many stories about him.
She tightened her hand on the chain and opened the locket with her other hand. She saw a faded black and white
